We first brought possessions unspecified like a disastrous life, shifting the balance unalterably. School as easy as girlfriends and gossip; a constant ebb and flow of vapid and dull sex […]
I had been invited, doubtless and determined to tell untrue stories about life after death. No one felt shame for the passing of time.
Something so depressing and deadly serious inside your witchcraft. A voice, hushed and quiet plenty scared and the same feeling as kisses and drugs.
I am soothed by biting winds, sheets of ice killing frost and tranquil, stagnant cold. Nature reveals the inward winter of my soul is transient as the changing seasons. the rolling […]
I flaunt my darkness and threaten to bring you with me. Do not be afraid, love. You have not lived if you have never existed in the dark.
With this Pandora’s box of sorrows, we could bring down the world. We have all been abandoned.
The night cool, silver. His voice disappeared. The foxes play with lightning and he’ll find they didn’t burn, fearing the remains of bodies and wings.
The city at night like ashes beneath the evergreens. This beautiful universe lives within me. A confession of love, calling my name yet I, we, are flawed corrupt and soulful Loving […]
His gaze leaving me troubled, unguarded. I withstand the sun. I wanted to save him. His own voice from deep within his soul, a comfort like his embrace.
I kept insisting. I knew I lost myself in nothing and frustration awaited me. Everywhere, the dull purgatory of unimaginative worlds.
His eyes, amber flames blazed golden. I felt one slow heartbeat, the slight caress of sound. His eyes, revealing emotions overwhelming. I swayed with his movements.
she was stretched out, trembling naked flowers caught in her hair like Ophelia and she stared at nothing, ashamed.
and you had me at wilting flowers bic lighters as you show me how to smoke. can you teach me how to kiss instead?
Tenderly, I embrace sleep.
Close your eyes, just touch him. Concentrate on pleasure, on the tingle of desire; a spark, so soft. The natural attraction of graceful sin and scent. I kissed him, soft my […]
I followed, a silent shadow behind marks and bruises hidden beneath clothes and sadness. He was as gentle as I needed him to be, soft and polite with teeth.